Gotta stop smoking Gotta cut down on the wine Got my books and my music Don't worry, I'm fine And then he told me a story This brother of mine And in a silence that turned heavy A thought bridged our minds We build out homes brick by brick Seeking permanence in impermanent worlds Finished, we reflect and then the irony hits That all we're left with, are so many walls Our eyes sought solace in the darkness of that night Some truths reveal themselves in the blackest light Like long lost friends, to whom we entrust our hearts Until we feel strong enough to take what's ours back Gotta stop smoking Gotta cut down on the wine Got my books and my music When love finds me again... I'll be fine